Armin x Reader - Flaming Passion by WindMeister8, literature
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Armin x Reader - Flaming Passion
“Eren, what am I supposed to do?” “Relax, Armin. (F/N) will forgive you after a while.” Armin bit his fingernails, his nerves working up a fit. “It’s different this time. She’s going to leave me. I can feel it in my bones.” A rattling sigh drifted down the line. Armin clutched the phone to his ear like a lifeline. “I know she loves those over-the-top apologies in romance dramas. Is there anything that you and Mikasa watched that can help me?” Eren hummed in thought. “There was this one ridiculous scene I watched recently.” “What is it? What did they do?” “The guy wanted to apologize for being a loud jerk. So he invited her over for dinner and threw petals all along the way from the entrance to where he was. There was some freaking balloon arch where he stood. Oh, and candles. So many candles on the floor and on the table.” “Candles,” Armin murmured. “I can do that.” “Yeah, maybe that will work.” “Okay, I’ll do it. It’s worth a shot.” Armin sucked in a long breath. “Thanks
Kindness [Levi Ackerman x Reader] by viresacquiriteundo, literature
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Kindness [Levi Ackerman x Reader]
It was December.
The hyacinths were grieving below their purple petals. And the roses trembled by the graves, mourning the dead that laid beneath the stillness of the cemetery.
Levi Ackerman stood behind his black clothes, in the quiet formalities of a leader. Humanity's strongest soldier, silent against the cold of the bleak midwinter.
He watched the funeral suffer from a distance.
A ceremony of grief, dressed in black. They honoured the violence of military sacrifices, the dignities of early deaths. They knelt their final respects below their bowed heads, whispering selfish words of gratitude and admiration.
They would never know the
Levi x Reader Loves Me, Loves Me Not (Modern AU) by hazels-archive, literature
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Levi x Reader Loves Me, Loves Me Not (Modern AU)
"I love you, (Y/N)." Really? Is that true? Why do you make this so difficult for me? "Will you marry me?" Why did you ask me this? Do you really want me by your side for the rest of your life? "Whatever you want. I know I'll be happy with whatever you choose." Will you be happy if I chose to break off the wedding? Help me out here, I need some reassurance. I need to know the truth. Please, Levi... Sweet, vanilla perfume lingered on his clothes. A perfume that didn't belong to me. His hair was slightly dishevelled before I even touched him. Shoulders tensed for a split second when I gave him a kiss to greet him. His lips were a little swollen even though I didn't kiss him all day, until now. Grey hues refused to look into mine, but I noticed the guilt twinkling in them. "Levi," I spoke softly, gaining his attention as I let my fingers glide through his ebony locks that felt a bit damp. As I did that, he seemed to be lost in his own little world so I called him once again.
Levi x Reader Partners in Crime {Part 3} by hazels-archive, literature
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Levi x Reader Partners in Crime {Part 3}
(A/N: The title is meant to be 'Partners In Crime (Partners For Life)' but I wasn't able to fit all of it in so yeah. Anyway, hope y'all like it!) The moon was barely visible with all the white puffs clumping together to create a gloomy, dull atmosphere. Even the stars seemed to be playing a game of Hide and Seek. And even though it was freezing, Levi decided to keep his window open for fresh air, which left you suffering as you trembled. You were lying down on the sofa in his office, cocooned in more than one blanket, yet, that wasn't enough. You already tried persuading Levi to shut the window, but he ignored you and acted as if it was the hottest night of the year. "Levi," you whined, causing him to sigh in exasperation. "What?" "Can I please close the window?" "No. If you're so cold, go lie down in my bed. The window isn't open in my room." "But it's too cold for me to move." "Fine," he uttered, standing up from where he sat behind his desk and strode towards you, scooping
Levi x Reader x Erwin - The Devil's Fans by WindMeister8, literature
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Levi x Reader x Erwin - The Devil's Fans
When I was promoted to be Erwin’s publicity manager, I never imagined the job responsibilities would include running errands, showing reporters around, and now - managing his fan club.
That was a big… eye opener for me, for lack of a more polite term. Personally, I’ve never been a fan of a celebrity before. So the utter devotion of some fans to Erwin was, to put it lightly, shocking for my wizened mind. Especially since Erwin was a conceited, pompous bastard hiding behind a bewitching smile and intense blue eyes. I called him the blue-eyed devil.
His fans, however, proclaimed their heartfelt love for Erwin all day, every d
Levi x Reader How To Be The Perfect Boyfriend by hazels-archive, literature
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Levi x Reader How To Be The Perfect Boyfriend
1. Always make time for her, brats. If you try to push her away, she'll find a way to get you to spend time with her.
As always, Levi would wake up after a couple of hours of sleep, which wasn't very healthy for him, and he would start his day. He has breakfast, has a half an hour break to do whatever he wants before his squad awaits him on the training ground. Once their training session finishes, he heads to his office, getting ready to make a start on the paperwork that resided on his desk.
And that's when she comes in with a tray and a smile adorning her lips. She placed the tray on the wooden surface and gave him a cup of tea with stea
Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 4/4 by WindMeister8, literature
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Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 4/4
(AU Note: Listen to this for maximum effect)
(Christmas Eve)
Dear Mr. Giraffe,
I’m sorry I judged you for what you did. You’re not to blame. Just like me, you’re a victim of this merciless war. I too thought I was helping the Eldian people. I thought what I was doing meant something. I thought I meant something. Evidently not. I’m just collateral damage in the great scheme of things. I don’t have a purpose, I don’t know what I’m meant for. But I do know what to do next.
Goodbye, Mr. Giraffe.
From Magpie.
~ ~ ~
Thrown out onto the road by an irate old Eldian man, Hoover brushed the dirt off his
The Last Letter [Levi Ackerman x Reader] by viresacquiriteundo, literature
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The Last Letter [Levi Ackerman x Reader]
Her tears are gentle, tender and cruel.
They stroke the careful, handwritten sentences — broken memories and fragments of a severed past. All the things she never heard but always deserved.
** ** **
If you're reading this, it's because I'm not there to tell you myself. And I'm sorry for that.
I swore I'd never fall for this cliche.
I'm remembering all those stupid books you used to read. And I can't help but wonder, how many times war has been described in a love letter. Probably about as many times as a brave fool’s died for nothing — too many times then, I guess. Enough to be a cliche.
I've written and rewritten this
Mike x Reader - The Gentleman Pretender by WindMeister8, literature
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Mike x Reader - The Gentleman Pretender
Mike is the ultimate gentleman. You’re lucky, girl. How can you not like how romantic he is?
If you girls only knew the other half. Let’s show you what you’re missing.
1 . He kisses my hand.
Oh the typical princely gesture. But he’s not kissing my skin. He’s kissing the smudge of chocolate that I clumsily missed while eating ice cream.
2. He opens the car door for me.
Do you know how many times he pulled a sulky face because I accidentally left a teensy mark on his baby car? I know it’s my fault but I can’t rein in my jerky leg when I turn and open the door. I always scrub away that mark too!
3.
Lost, So Lost [Levi Ackerman x Reader] by viresacquiriteundo, literature
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Lost, So Lost [Levi Ackerman x Reader]
Levi Ackerman watches her gaze — restless, insomniac eyes. They touch the shapes of the dark; along the dusty layers of silence, against the midnight shades of the sky, the night, the morning; the shadows in between.
"You're up late tonight," he says.
The flickering edge of a flame lights the end of her cigarette. A thread of ash stumbles from a strand of her laugh.
"Come here," she tells him.
Then she reaches across the light between them — fragile whispers of candlelight burn beneath the wavering shades of the stillness.
"Sit here, next to me," she says, "because I feel like you're looking right through me, standing there."